Cherrysoulth - Cherry Soulth

THE GLANCE

💕Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut from a bigger plot

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, Idol x Idol

✏️Rating: 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 2766

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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The camera moves between the members as you perform on stage, since their reactions are the ones to get more views and are most of the time priceless. But it stops on him the moment you kiss Juhan after you share a very well practised body roll, the chemistry between the two has already landed you a ship. He has to make use of his whole strength to not react, feeling the stinging green poison of jealousy run through his veins. Still, the camera records his glance. The feeling that transfers to his demeanour, as he looks away. So much gets registered in such a short space of time, in just seconds, the performance will always have that reminder in it; Jimin's glare.

When you sit down with your group, Mirror, on the other side of the seats facing BTS, Jimin keeps an eye on you. Looking as if you hadn't just been on stage, giving your best: the porcelain blue dress adjusting to your body against the skater black trousers, white crop top and black zipper hoodie with a white hat that you'd just worn on stage less than fifteen minutes ago. The proximity of your body, to the male he knows for your friend but whose lips have met yours just then, sets his nerves on edge.

When your eyes meet you immediately straighten and look away but he doesn't. Against all that was agreed with management, about keeping your relationship a secret, he keeps staring. Showing an interest that will blow the fandoms’ spaces if it is noticed and Army has a sharp eye for these things. Erika sitting behind, with the portion of Nomad that misses Juhan, warns him of his indiscretion for what you can tell of her way of leaning over as if picking up something dropped on the floor. Her lips move with the prune lipstick that makes her look like a vampire and her unbothered expression accompanies. Jimin just keeps on his wheel, as if he heard nothing and Erika shoots a glance at Namjoon who was looking back to see what his wife was up to. 

Then you understand he doesn't care. You know him enough to guess this is his way to claim you. Jimin is purposefully setting his attention on you, for everyone to see, and it has its effect. You hear the whispers behind you from another group but you can only manage to hear his name and him being called handsome.

"He's being reckless." points out the older member, Kazuo, and Juhan vows slightly to switch Jimin’s attention. You are not surprised when Jimin bows back and looks away, as if he has been daydreaming. He has been; thinking about how to set a point straight once you are back to your dormitory, or his. Your lips have to touch only his skin, no one else's.

Things are kept unsettled after the event because both groups have to go separate ways, the evening far from over, and you both are too tired to speak about it over the phone once you get home later at night. The only interaction being a message of good night to him and him responding cordially, more than you had expected.

The next morning, you roll up the white sheeted bed with a guilty conscience. You have never spoken about stage kisses or skinship, although the last one seems to not be much of a bother to him. His attitude is perfectly understandable but at the same time, the whole thing doesn't make sense; he seemed mad at first but now he does not. Something is off and needs to be clarified.

As if the synchronisation you have in your daily life works also with your thoughts, your phone vibrates with a message from him and you hurry up to read it.

You freak out as if he has never seen you in the morning and you want to cause a good impression, running to the ensuite bathroom to take a shower. You do it in record time and start brushing your hair as you keep yourself wrapped on the towel walking back to your room but he is already there. Leaning at your desk, two cups of coffee sitting at his side.

He looks like the star he is, with the newly dyed silver hair giving him majestic visuals. As if he is crowned in white gold. His black suit makes him look even more out of reality on his ethereal beauty. You gasp, keeping your lips parted as you take in the vision of him, making him smirk.

"I'm glad he had the decency to apologise when he opened the door." he points out, referring to Juhan, as he picks up his coffee and takes a sip.

“It was a sensual dance. It made sense to kiss him!” you object to his scold. Not really knowing why you had let your stage persona take over like that, when he was in the first row nonetheless.

"There was no reason to do that.” he hisses, smirk gone, feeling the jealousy pulse through him again. Jimin knows you wouldn't cheat on him but he still feels betrayed that you have, out of nowhere, unscripted, kissed your band-mate.

"It's acting, Jimin." you point out, calmly. "Nothing more. No big deal. When Hyuna does it, no one gives a damn about it."

"They're supposed to only be mine…" he mutters, lowering his tone, eyes set on the view outside the big window of the penthouse room. Then he gives you a sideways pained look that pulls you towards him. What seemed like the start of an argument, about to meet an end.

"And they are. Only yours." you say, also lowering your tone, pleading for his understanding. Hugging him from the side, your hand rests on his chest and you kiss his right shoulder searching for his glare from that lower point.

"Better be. Or I'll punish you." he grunts, making your skin crawl and puts his hand over yours, pulling it to kiss. 

"Why? Are you going to spank me, daddy?" you say in a playful tone and he suddenly tilts his head to meet your eyes, eyebrows raised and pouting with humour to your choice of words.

"Maybe." he says, sassy. Any drip from the previous 'argument', gone with the new play available. You both laugh and he hugs you relaxedly. "Right now, I want you on your knees, though." he whispers jokingly but taking the lead of the situation.

To his surprise you let your body slide down against his, making sure he gets the feeling of your whole through the clothing, then slide with your knees in front of him without meeting his stare. You can already tell what is written in his demeanour when you place your hands at his hips and he rests his on top of them the next second. Your fingers draw the shape of his already waking member, which responds to your touch by swelling and growing. You keep on rubbing him like this, gently, lovingly until he lets out a closed mouth groan and you kiss it, eliciting another one. His hands travel up your arms as you keep with your ministrations over his sensitive girth, until they rest on your nape and shoulder to take a certain control over the situation. 

Then you nibble him, making him rest his weight at the edge of the table with a deeper and longer groan, while his eyes roll. “Fuck…” he grunts between his teeth the second time you do the same and this time you look up at him, with his form still trapped gently between your teeth. His breath is ragged, eyes hooded in lust while he holds his lower lip between his teeth and you feel your slick drenched pulsate for him. 

Letting him go with a kiss, your fingers undo his belt and zipper with expertise, although the set of clothes is new; you could taste it on the fabric. You take your sweet time pulling them down to his calves and then rub your fingers on the engorged flesh prominent in the matching black boxer shorts. “Oh, come on.” he complains, impatient and pulls down that last set, making his shaft spring in front of you and you look up at him. Tilting his head, he raises his eyebrows, demanding without words. 

For some reason you can’t just comply because of his attitude and you stand staring at him directly with a frown which makes him frown in confusion. Then you try to walk away, “No fucking way.” he grunts pulling you by the waist against his his body, undoing the towel and separating just enough for it to pool at your feet, he rubs his bareness against your cheeks. “Don’t just make me get this hard, to walk away… What are you playing at...?” he whispers against your ear, with one arm above your breasts and the other over your tummy. The whole skin to skin and the want in his voice makes you drip against your thigh and when he slides his hardness between your thighs to rub against you, trying to ease himself a little bit, it moistens his velvety skin. 

“Fuck… You are so wet already… How long has it been?” he whispers, pressing his chin against your nape before kissing it soundfully, dragging his member against your slit. 

“Seventeen days….” you mutter, following the movement of his hips in the opposite direction, making both of you moan. “What a crime…” you whisper in a breath, when he pinches one of your nipples to stimulate it between his digits making you accompany his tip against your nub. 

“Easy to solve,” he grunts against your ear using the form in which your hand holds him to bend you slightly over and push in the tip which makes you immediately move away. Turning around to face him, he looks at you in wonder and you try to run before he has the chance to stop you at your nightstand, pulling out a box of condoms at the same time he crawls from the edge to your side and pulls you over it.

Playfully wrestling you, he places you on your back and holds your wrists over your chest as he rests his shaft over your stomach. “Yeah, we need this.” he then adds, holding both hands with one arm and taking the box in his hand. You can clearly see him taking a quick look inside the box before leaving it on the side. “But I think I want you to do something for me first.” he explains.

“What do you need?” you ask him, stopping any intention to fight him back.

“Get your head at the other edge, I wanna try that…” he says, expecting you to know what he is talking about. You don’t but still obey, resting your neck on the edge and letting your head hang. It’s as you do that, that he stands and surrounds the bed holding his shaft, wiping the sudden precum with his thumb and getting in front of your face. It’s then you figure out what he wants and open your mouth. “I’m not gonna last long. If you want me to stop, slap my legs and I’ll pull out.” he says, sliding the tip as you shortly nod.

The grunt he lets out and the salty flavour hitting your tongue as his tip drags through it, promises just that. Then you feel him get past its end, filling your throat and stopping at the same moment your upper lips touch his ballsack. You place your hands on his thighs sliding them up and down before his hands take hold of your breasts playing with your nipples again, making you press your thighs together. The sight of it sending him on overdrive thrusting into your throat and realising just how good your hold of your gag reflex is. 

He fucks your mouth at a constant pace and you drag your hand down to rub your knob, moaning in between the lack of air and your sensitivnes, making him go relentless. The groan hitting the air from his throat so quickly that when he pulls out it takes you an extra second to realise he is cumming. Spilling against your tongue, as you keep your mouth open, he pumps himself, throaty on his release, until he’s fully empty. You drag yourself down to lie your head on the bed as you swallow and he moves to lie down next to you, breathing fast as he tries to recover from his high.

You try to recover yours, your oesophagus used, still feeling his form in it, the plumpy tip leading the invasion. You are in love with his dick almost as much as you are in love with the man himself and you find yourself starting to play with it distractedly before he chuckles. “I love when you do this.” he whispers as you look at him, his smile sweet and eyes full of tenderness, his arm circling behind your thigh caressing the inner side distractedly. There’s nothing really sexual in what you do: you just like the feel of his manly parts, his skin in general and you caress him gently up his abdomen too. He groans contentedly as he closes his eyes, making you smile widely. 

“If you give me just one more second I’ll make you scream with my tongue.” he promises with his smile still present in his lips, pulling your knee towards his lips.

“We still have an hour before I need to go to the studio.” you reply, after looking at your digital clock over the table. 

“Plenty of time to make you cum multiple times.” he confirms, biting on your thigh before opening his eyes and glaring at you sharply and you can only swallow.   

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A/N: I'm starting a schedule that I hope will be possible and will bring lots of content to this page.

I hope you enjoyed this JimIN 🤭 Let me know your thoughts. See you soon! ~

Thanking @abitjess for the beta work 💜

Polly: Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.

Tommy: You’re gonna get chocolates,

Polly: No, Tommy, that’s not-

Tommy: You’re gonna get choCOLATES.

Sometimes, fanfiction is carefully plotted out stories, with plot points and call backs and themes that all tie it up in a meaningful and exciting way.

And sometimes fanfiction is, ‘Watch me do a fucking KICK FLIP off this cool sentence!! Also here's some sex'

Both are beautiful forms of writing.

DON'T DO THIS TO ME WOMAN

💕Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, Long time relationship

✏️Rating: 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1502

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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"I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck~" you singsong to a cracking up Yoongi. "But hey, it was hot somehow" you say raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, was it?" he replies with that criminal smirk of his, mimicking your last seductive motion before moving to kiss your forehead. 

"I mean… It was a statement and it was a very confident move. Not many would say that out loud in this country," you said, with determination, "I'm so proud of you." The swell in your heart as you say those words turns to butterflies in your stomach as he gives you a sweet smile. 

His duality has no mercy on you because it is everything. You have the genius, tough, 8.8 syllables per second rapper and the ‘show don’t tell’ caring boyfriend who gives you the best hugs in the world when you are alone. Then he has moments where he relaxes and will show his beautiful gummy smile, or do something on the level of his stage name, that makes you want to throw yourself and koala him and never let him go. 

"Do you need a napkin?" he asks all of a sudden, bringing you back from your memories, making you frown in confusion, “For the drool,” he says, raising an eyebrow and smirking. You slap his arm feigning annoyance and he chuckles before a naughty smile prints on his face. 

“I mean, I’m okay with it but the carpet is new and I would really appreciate some consideration,” he keeps on going and your outrage draws an ‘o’ in your mouth, making him chuckle again. This time when you try to slap him he grabs your wrist and pulls you, making your eight wheeled chair advance against his, drawing you in front of his computer where he had been mixing. The hum through his nose brings back your attention from his screen and he looks at your lips before speaking, Come on, don’t be so grumpy” he says before biting his lower one and meeting your eyes again. 

He then pulls you forward, lips meeting yours with a sweet sound. “Hm?” he hums, raising an eyebrow to you and bites his lower lip again. “Let’s go rest a little bit on the sofa.” he suggests, standing and letting go of your wrist to slide his hand against yours and entwine your fingers together to guide you.

You know the way he wants to take that rest and you are eager for that intimacy, specially since the last time you two made out was probably more than a month ago because he’s been to busy for you to meet the way you are doing it today. He allows you to lie down on your side first and then puts a knee on the sofa to slide right in front of you. 

“Missed this.” you mutter putting the other hand over his porcelain perfect cheek. He gets closer to kiss you with a slow pecking sound and places his hand over your thigh to guide it over his, getting your bodies closer and pushing against your mouth for a proper kiss. You give in sweetly,  the flavour of his mouth against yours driving you so insane you nibble on his lower lip and provoking low groan that elicits goosebumps all over your body.

Sex has been a threat for a few months now and you can’t say you aren’t willing to take the step with him. It freaks you out a little bit but it’s appetising when Yoongi has a boner while you are meddling about in his studio sofa, just like it’s happening at this very moment. He presses it against your lower half instinctively, letting out another groan that makes an electricity wave turn your butterflies into a lowering tension that concentrates in your core. But he moves away, frowning before retaking the kiss and then his hand travels from your calf up your thigh, underneath the loose white shorts you are wearing, drawing the curve of your cheek over your panties. 

“If I do something that makes you uncomfortable or you don’t like it, tell me,” he whispers against your lips and after you nod his are back to yours. His hand travels down the curve to your core, still over the fabric of your panties, your sensitive folds respond immediately and your nub tenses with anticipation. When two of his calloused digits caress it, you lose your breath instantaneously. Yoongi hums a smirk against your lips before deepening the kiss and rubbing a second time, making you whine against his tongue, where he chuckles but keeps showing you his ability. 

He starts drawing slow circles against your joy point and you lose your battle against the moan trapped in your throat, making him hold your lower lip breathing in between his teeth as he tries to control himself. But the moment you give in to the need and buck your hip against his fingers he is done. Sliding backwards his fingers define your folds and he finds out your panties are damp, which makes him growl and aim for a breathtaking kiss that makes your head spin. 

Finding his strength again or having placated his lust a little bit with his mouth, he slides his fingers underneath the fabric to touch on your wet mess directly which makes him make the low sound again. All his need and want only add to your excitement and he feels the flood over his digits driving him absolutely insane, his covered shaft presses against your pelvis and your bud, and he rubs against you a few times before collecting your juices and drive his two wet fingers over your clit. There the circles and his actions have you moaning against his unstoppable tongue while he still humps you without mercy: if someone could hear the two of you, they would probably think he’s railing you for good but you couldn’t care less.

To his surprise a strangled high pitched moan escapes your mouth as you hit and orgasm at the same time his oversensitive member spits precum against his batman boxer shorts, he damns himself for not choosing better-looking underwear, although you know by heart that’s what he has in his drawers. 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath moving his nose under your chin.  “I really want to do it right now,” he explains, making his best efforts to not lie you on your back.

“Me too…” you admit in a whisper and he abandons his hiding spot to look at you directly. Your pink cheeks and hooded eyes make him swell all over, pride and lust filling him to the brim, almost beating his brain.

“I just-This is not the way I planned our first time to be. There’s nothing special in it, I have no candles and this is a damn sofa.” he grumbles, disappointed.

“You had a plan?” you wonder, eyes wide open now, surprised and endeared.

“Yes,” he suddenly blushes before huffing with embarrassment. But you find the whole thing adorable and can’t avoid the sound that you describe. “Don’t ‘aww’ me.” he spits, putting on a grimace, offended, but you do it again and hug him, rolling him on his back as you kiss his face all over. 

“Yoongi is always so considerate.” you whisper against his cheeks and then “saranghae.” before kissing his lips, having his hands describe the curve of your back, up to you shoulder blades and deepening the kiss. His hard on still pressed against your abdomen reminding you the lust you are playing against. “But anything, if it’s with you, feels special.” you reassure him, rolling your hips against his shaft making him groan in despair. 

“Woman, I mean it… I don’t want us to do this here,” he mutters, trying to make you stop by rushing out his hands to your hips, “I really want to make it special.”

“But-” you suddenly blush and think about how whimsical you are being or better said how lust is getting the best of you.

“‘But’ what?” he wonders, with an intense look as he smiles seductively and you blush even harder, making him chuckle.

“But I want to feel you-inside.” you say, slapping your shyness to a corner and making his eyes bulge, erasing that cocky attitude from his face. Then he closes his eyes and hisses, staying immobile.

“Shibal…” he curses before opening his eyes again. “You-” he hisses again and at this point you can’t even guess what he is thinking. All of a sudden, with two twists of his body, he has you underneath him, “You are driving me insane woman. What do I do now, huh? What you just said-” he says and then shows his teeth at the right side in that gesture so his, that’s so cool and drives you completely insane. 

Involuntarily you grind against him and he looks at you dumbfounded, before looking up and biting his lower lip, “Fuck it-”  

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A/N: I'm starting a schedule that I hope will be possible and will bring lots of content to this page.

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RUTHLESS

💕Pairing: Hoseok x Reader 

📝Summary: When breaking the norm leads to a romance.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Non-canon, Biker life, Friends to lovers

✏️Rating: 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 4508

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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Riding on top of your 2013 Sportster Iron 883 purple custom felt the closest thing to heaven you could ever imagine. The little stops to take in the view, the things that have changed from when you saw them last time moving east, adding the cherry on top.

Your busy schedule, hectic really, playing dirty on your liking for the road. Visiting home using a plane felt tedious, the bike calling your name from the garage every time you'd get a taxi to get to the airport. Making you feel restrained, choked by a lifestyle that was simply not fit for you. 

Until you said fuck it. Fuck it as to set your feet on your boss's office and tell him that he had a month to find you a replacement; that you were out. Out for good. Out to never see his little man asshole attitude around your hard work, ever again. Although, with the most respectful and polite phrases you could make use of. Still bold. Still making his jaw drop. 

You had been saving your pennies like a hoarder, living like a broke university student although your good grades had given you honors in your degree and gotten you a very well paid job. Hard work, not brain. Always hard work. 

More to demonstrate than to enjoy at the beginning. Until you entered the university and met people with a less judgemental mentality than those back in town. Then, it was for you; hell, you could do it. You just could do it. So you did and got your job. But unfortunately it didn't marry with the wild creature inside of you, the one that prayed to know the world, to see the bigger picture it contained. 

Going back home wasn't a defeat when the defeat was to stay stuck in something you hated. Besides, it wasn't like you were going to go back to live with your parents, although they had suggested it and told you to save your money for further moves. 

You weren't going to spend it in your first days, that was for sure. Jungkook had offered his spare bedroom for two weeks until he could rent it to another company coworker. The last one had to move back to his hometown to take care of a now long term ill brother, since they lost their parents at a young age. You felt kind of guilty to not spend more time with yours after that and assured yourself that you would. For now, what was living with them were all your belongings. Their garage was full to the brim with all you'd sent from your apartment. Your bike would be with you, resting with your friend's 2016 Sportster Iron 883 dark custom and his housemate's, Taehyung, also customised 2012 Road King red custom. 

As you stopped the roaring engine, in his driveway you observed the two floor house. It looked cozy but had that single guy aura printed somewhere. The folding door to the garage opened just before Hoseok poked his head through the main door and went out, followed by Taehyung. They started greeting you enthusiastically as you entered the house and Jungkook closed the door. 

"I can't believe we're gonna be housemates." said Taehyung with a wiggly attitude that surprised you.

"Well-" you started saying.

"C'mon, hyungs, she's been riding for more than ten hours. We should let her rest." Jungkook offered. 

"Let's get you to the bathroom, love." offered Hobi, taking your backpack off your shoulders, as Jungkook unleashed the ones in your bike, to take them inside. 'Love…' you smiled internally. 

Taehyung was fast to open a beer for you as soon as you stepped inside, while Hobi and Jungkook went upstairs to leave your things. When Jungkook came down straight after, it turned out Hobi was filling the main bathroom's bathtub for you. 

After finishing your beer between quick updates, you noticed he hadn't still come down and decided to go see what he was up to. Opening the door to an oscillating lighting and a low water setting, you saw the whole bathroom lit in candles.

"I thought you would enjoy it." he said, while placing some more and litting them up after.

"Wow, Hobi… This is… wow." you breathed out. All your customary tough attitude seemingly melting along with the wax forming them.

"I'm done." he said after litting the last one while standing. "I'll let you be. The red set of towels is for you." you looked at the hanging towels in the room: grey, black and red. 'Such a cliché from us.' you thought. "Welcome home, Army." he said, kissing your cheek right after, then moved to walk out. Something with his gesture, made you turn around and stop him by the leathers before hugging him from behind. "Yeah… I missed you too…" he let out in almost a whisper before turning around and hugging you back. 

You stayed like that for a bit, before he cleared his throat and softly said "The water is gonna get cold." You saw him smiling as you parted from his body. Your leathers ripping from each other with the warmth of the room and with your nod, he left with a sweet smile.

You closed the door and put your head against it, feeling the moist surface over your skin and you sighed. Your heartbeat had gone wild with it all. Another 'I love you.' stuck in your throat, making it hurt. You would have slammed your head against the wooden surface but decided there was no point. 

Next morning, you woke up with one of the most exorbitant hangovers in history, running straight to the bathroom and throwing up the first meal you had as a baby.  A giggle at the other side of the door, startled you.

"Forgot you didn't drink that much anymore." Jungkook said with a smile.

"I hate you…" you said before another choke let out more of what you thought was already an empty stomach. Another giggle reached your ears.

"I'll get you something for that." he then said before closing the door behind himself. You felt like passing out and sat with your back against the tiles. Your head was spinning and the light from the ceiling was practically blinding you.

"Fuck me…" you cussed.

"Do you need help?" you heard Taehyung on the other side, concerned. 

“It’s okay, love. Just-” another choke and the door swung open with him coming over to hold your hair.

“This is why I don’t drink.” he then muttered, rubbing your back in circles.

“This is why, I, don’t drink.” you replied. When he was sure nothing else was coming out, he flushed the toilet and opened the window to let in some fresh air. Then wet a cloth and placed it on your nape, fresh and awakening.

Going down to the living area, you saw the panorama. Hobi was sound asleep in the darkness behind the french door that separated the living room from the kitchen. Still, you got a glimpse of his naked torso as he hugged the blanket that was supposed to be covering him but didn’t feel right looking anywhere lower. Although you were tempted. 

“If you look at him like that you’ll wake him.” suggested Taehyung taking a sip of his cocoa, hiding a smile. 

“Uh?” you wondered, turning around distractedly. 

“Are you still whipped for him?” wondered  Jungkook calmly, while taking a sip of orange juice before biting into a butter and marmalade toast. You gulped air looking away with squinted eyes. “She is.” he chuckled. You felt nauseated.

“Shut up.” you hissed to him. 

You had  time to drink Jungkook’s hangover Americano, the most watery double shot coffee in the world with two pills of vitamin B and zinc, shove down an ibuprofen and eat a Croque Madame before Hobi was up. Opening the double door with his eyes still closed and still in underwear, he walked inside the kitchen. Your eyes darted down, involuntary, and you turned your seat towards the aisle again, giving your back to him. His mast was standing and Taehyung gave you a look before pronouncing himself. 

“Hobi-hyung. You are naked.” with the most stern face he could make use of and even though aware of that fact you almost choked on air, huffing.

“Fuck.” you heard him say before his steps led him back to the living room. He didn’t put on the Saint Laurent black T-shirt that was wearing the day before but only the trousers. Entering the kitchen, you saw Jungkook’s smirk before he shook his head. “What?” wondered the man in question, grabbing a water bottle as your eyes traveled down his back to his well defined peaches. Instinctively, you bit your lower lip. 

“SO.” said Taehyung very loudly all of a sudden, making him turn around immediately. You got caught. You were fast to look away but he still got the whole glance of it; the lip tucked between your teeth, your eyes on the low of his back. You wanted to smack Taehyung, who surely had done it on purpose. "Are we doing something today?"

"I thought it'd be great to ride the seaside road, all along the coast. The sea is looking beautiful these days with all those gigantic clouds, so I wanted to take some shots." announced Jungkook, serving Hobi an Americano. 

"Woah, sounds great!" replied Hobi with a hearted smile but then dropped it to look at you. "Do you feel like it? After yesterday's journey?" 'Maybe he didn't notice you checking him out… maybe…' you thought.

"I was born to be on top of a bike, Hope. I'd love to." you told him with a wide smile that was replied with his.

"So, who is taking me?" he wondered, looking at the pair at opposite sides of the aisle. They looked at each other and raised a brow before looking at him.

"Only chicks at the back, sorry." both pronounced in perfect sync. He looked at them with parted lips in surprise. 

"Wait, then how-Oh." he looked at you before going slightly shy.  You looked at the pair, who winked at you before Hobi looked at them again. 

"You can get closer, Hobi. It's safer." you told him when he held onto you over the bike, pulling his hands to make him advance on the seat and putting them around your waist. The warmth  of his body against yours, noticeable even through the leathers and you blushed slightly at the sensation. You felt a slight shake coming from him but when you tilted your head to look at him, he only smiled in approval, gently. Showing off his dimples. You turned around flustered, then heard the roar of the starting engine from Jungkook's bike, soon to be followed by yours and Tae's. "Don't do any sudden moves, stay close." you advised Hobi, one more time before pulling behind Jungkook.

The view, as you left the town's premises, was truly a miracle. The high grey clouds over the sea drawing a spectacle on the waves. A storm was meant to hit the shore some time during the evening. To you, it was probably going to hit just in time for you to go back to Jungkook's place. He was precise like that, even with the weather, as if things waited to happen for when he was done doing what he wanted to do. 

At the highest part of the road, on a cliff, Jungkook signaled to stop and it wasn't until you took off your helmet that Hobi moved. 

His face during the ride, through your rear view mirrors was of absolute bliss. He would look at the horizon with peace written all over his demeanor and give you slight looks through the reflecting surface that made your heart skip a beat. You didn't want the moment to end. On top of the bike, sharing your freedom with him and seeing him respond the same way you did the first time you got on a bike, made your heart swell with love. It was one of the most intimate moments you had ever had with anyone. There, the problems disappeared and the rest of the world, on top of those two wheels, seemed to do so too. It was only you and him, the warmth of his body against yours and the fresh air filling your lungs at every breath. 

He seemed to hesitate to get down until you turned and told him that he could do so. Then he offered you his hand to get down, a gesture that you appreciated but also felt a devilish need to mock, until Taehyung pointed out that if he wasn't interested in rubbing your ass with it, he better put it away immediately.

"You bikers are ruthless." Hobi pointed out as you went down and put two hands on his back, you pushed him towards the spot where Jungkook had started his professional camera and was very focused taking different angles of the same image. You hugged Hoseok from the back this time, distractedly, but your heart started to speed up to it, betraying you at the throat. If someone asked you a question you were sure you wouldn't be able to spill a word. When Taehyung approached he gave you a naughty smile that Hobi missed, so amazed by the view you could have sworn you felt him shiver. "The storm is gonna be huge." you heard Hoseok say. "The wind is low but look there." he pointed towards a spot underneath the clouds in the distance. Rain, so much it looked like fog. 

"I know." said Jungkook. "That's why I wanted to make the trip. I want to capture it till the last minute when we are back." he pointed to the Go-pro at the side of his helmet.

"Dude, we are going to get soaked." pointed out Taehyung, caught off guard, leaning over to get a look of his friend past the two of you.

"We won't. Trust me." said Jungkook, calmly. "Let's get back to the wheels." he then added.

You let go of Hobi and went towards your bike obediently, knowing that it was probably the safest choice if you didn't want to mess up time and end up wet to the bones. But he stayed behind as you mounted the bikes. His slender figure, looking like a lost soul with the clouds at the other side. You took your phone out of the inner pocket of your jacket and took a picture of him from that perspective. 

Suddenly, Jungkook got to your side, camera in hand and passed it to you to take the picture again. Once you gave it back to him, he walked towards Hobi and started taking pics of him like a paparazzi until he made him laugh. Hoseok slapped his shoulder between giggles and then Jungkook approached to tell him something in the ear that made Hobi blush and laugh nervously, moving away. 

The next stop was at a little restaurant in the town ahead, to pick up the best cheesecake in the region. Four little cardboard boxes with triangles of cake inside, that were put on Taehyung's bike side bags before you took the road again. Jungkook stopped a few more times, having other spots to take pictures from that side of the road. 

On the last stop you asked Jungkook if you'd have time to stop for some groceries. Since you just moved in, there was stuff that you needed. Before taking that decision you looked at Hobi.

"We meant it. Only chicks at the back." Jungkook said with a chuckle and you rolled your eyes before turning on the engine to advance and gain some time before the storm. You saw them giggle through the right rear-view mirror.

At the grocery store you were thankful there was an area under the roof for bikes where you could park it. You didn't trust the storm to be gentle or give any more warnings.

Hobi stretched a bit as you walked into the practically empty store with the last minute customers rushing through. The contagious frenzy took over you two making you go faster too.

"Let's hurry. I'll pick up half of it. What do you need?" offered Hobi making you stop in the middle of the store. 

"I need avocados, not too mature. Oatmeal, wholegrain snacks, bananas and red apples." you rushed. "Oohohoh rice milk too please!" you shouted when he moved fast towards the other side. 

"Ok!" he shouted back, and you rushed for toiletries. Pads, tampons, razors, cleaning foam, makeup wipes… condoms. You stopped in front of them, thought about Hobi and picked a package without thinking. Less, that he would actually be seeing them. 

He did. You were putting the items on the conveyor belt when he came with the rest and as he placed them his eyes darted towards the packaging. His face changed from his bubbly normal self to a completely unreadable demeanor. He passed behind you to help you get the items at the back.

"Taehyung uses an XL, if you want to change them." he said without looking at you. His tone was irritated, you knew him too well to miss that detail. You got red at the neck, mostly with frustration. 'What the hell even made him think that?' you thought. You ignored him and kept putting items on the bags. 

After paying, when you walked with him carrying your bags, you observed closer. He helped you get the items arranged in your side bags, condoms getting on the bag at his side, jaw clenching, making you finally realise what was going through his mind. He was jealous. You got mixed emotions from it but your body went from the south one. You clenched around nothing. He wanted you. Better said, in his brain, he felt like you were something his.

"They are for you. Idiot." you mouthed out making him raise his eyes from where he'd put them. You looked away, folding the bag to put it on top of your stuff before closing the luggage at your side. He seemed to click and rushed to close his. Then when he sat down behind you he pulled you suddenly so close to his body that you whimpered. His whole energy felt different. Sexual, in the way his hard on was pressed tightly on your rear. Dominant, in how passessive his grip was. As if he was going to flip the top right there and fuck you over your bike. You felt your need drip down through your slit to the lacy fabric of your good-to-go underwear. His ragged breath, against your nape, eliciting goosebumps all over your body. You had never seen that fierce side of Hoseok but you were totally in for it.

You had been there, just sitting, so lost in each other's presence that the storm caught you at the parallel of Jungkook's neighborhood. At his house, both men inside rushed through the open garage to help you in and close it immediately. The leathers and helmets had done nothing to avoid you from getting soaked and you two only took off your shoes and socks before you were suggested to use the bathrooms to shower and get warm before catching a cold. 

You didn't hesitate, you ran upstairs. Only that Hobi did too and pulled you with him inside the bathroom when you hesitated. Giggles could be heard downstairs before he closed the door behind himself, lips pressed against yours way softer than how he'd pushed you against it. His taste intoxicated you, making you want to deepen the kiss but he only pulled away panting to take off his clothes, eyes on you with a mix of emotions bubbling through the surface but the way it pierced under your belly, talked about desire and you mimicked his nakedness just as fast. 

But as rapidly as he had been with all his clothes, he took his damn time before freeing his shaft, making sure you had the full sight of it. You gasped involuntarily, before you tried to remove your underwear. He tsked a no-no and approached pressing his hard on over your tummy, twitching at the contact. You squirmed, internally screaming, hands trying to find support at his nape for your unstable knees. He put his hand at the low of your back pulling your body closer to his, almost printing his shape on your skin, making sure to breathe on your throat as he unclasped your bra. Your skin crawled underneath, breath failing on your throat, making you moan in need; in a way you had never expressed before. Then his hands traveled down your back and he put both his hands underneath the fabric of your panties, on your peaches, squishing, parting them, with a small growl at the back of his throat. 

He then slid the soft clothing to your sides and pushed it down your thighs to the floor. Kissing the flesh on his way, grabbing your ass again and nibbling your hip bone at the right making you mewl and let your head fall backwards. He then stood, taking possession of your mouth while embracing you tightly and leading you towards the shower with his body. There he kept with the sweet kisses. The contrast in his doings, driving you insane. 

A sudden change of intensity in it, making your walls clench and for you to lose your pace. He chuckled against your lips absorbing your erratic breath. 

"I know exactly what you need, baby." he pronounced against your lips. "Unfortunately, we've left the condoms on your bike." he said with a smirk. Completely separating from you and getting under the water, hands cleaning his torso. Member still hard.

"You better finish what you started, Hobi, I swear to God…" you demanded, frustrated and needy. His right hand landed on your throat as he pined you softly towards the tiles. 

"It's your pussy, baby. If you want it in-" he then pulled up one of your thighs at his waist and, squatting a little, aligned with your slick and pushed into his half, silencing your cry with his mouth. Then spoke against it. "You'll get it in." he licked your lower lip and introduced his tongue in your mouth, drawing your palate before pulling out. "But when you want me in…" he whispered in your ear before his hand moved from your throat to your mouth and he pulled out your wet depths to push himself fully in. He growled, chest vibrating against yours. "Fuck… I love how you feel around me…" he grunted against your throat, trying to keep himself in line. You understood, your walls were truly tight against him. His sudden intrusion giving no time to adjust although your wetness, provoking a slight sting as he moved. "But when I'm with you like this. You'll call me daddy and you don't… demand. Understood?" He had clearly made his point firm and you only nodded. "Good girl…" he whispered and bit your earlobe. "Do you want me to keep going, baby?"

"Yess…" you breathed out. "Yes, daddy." you corrected yourself, completely drawn in his hypnotic eyes as he moved to look at you after getting the first weak answer.

"Great…" he whispered, getting close to your lips, making you close your eyes instinctively. "Because I've been crazy for you for years and trust me that, he'd be hurt if you decided to separate them…" he spoke, referring to the parts of your bodies that were connected, making you open your eyes and giggle. He smiled sweetly at you in contrast, getting out of character. 

"Are you trying to brush off that you just confessed?" you asked him with a smile, pulling him for a slow longing kiss. The sort of sigh mixed with his breathing he let out, gave in to how much he had really wanted to be like this with you. How he loved you and longed for you. When you separated something seemed to change in his eyes, love to lust in one second. He pulled your wrist towards the tiles behind at the sides of your head, slowly and gently at first.

"I thought I told you to call me daddy." He then pulled out, almost to the tip and pushed back in, deep; owning it. The low cry escaping you as he did, made him twitch. You knew he was too turned on.

"Have you been practicing all this duality thing, daddy?" you asked, daring, once you caught your breath. That earned you another pounding, softer this time and you started to acknowledge his shape with your lower body. It felt good. He felt good. His body against yours, the abs against your tummy, his hips. How he filled you. "Trying to please me… daddy?" you dared again. He didn't move but stared at your eyes, swallowing you in his.

"Thing is, Army, that I know how to please you… We are best friends…" he moved to whisper in your ear. "I know what turns you on since you started to get turned on." Your skin prickled in goosebumps to his words. "See." he said, lowering a hand from your wrist tracing over the bothered skin before he grabbed it again and started to move inside of you. So molded, so well placed he seemed to just know how your body was made. His grunts against your neck made your breath impossible to catch. His whole energy, his whole existence, exuded something that was overwhelmingly fantastic. The orgasm, just by how long you had wanted to be underneath him, built quick and exploded just as such. Catching your breath in your throat in a high pitched moan that turned into cries as he started fucking you through it at a dangerous pace. Hips slamming against yours, sounding through the bathroom with your voices. 

When the second was about to hit you, he covered your mouth, holding your wrists above your head with only one hand. As it hit you, you felt him spill, and the kink you had over that, only intensified the orgasm, making you cry even louder. His grunts, everything, made your brain go insane. 

After getting out of the shower, he offered to give you a massage and was very concerned about whether you were comfortable walking or if he had hurt you in any way.

"I got a bit carried away, love." he confessed, hugging you. "I should have been more romantic in our first time…"

"So you plan on repeating then?" you replied, cheekily, catching him by surprise. He seemed taken back.

"Won't you?" his previous smile had faded into a cloudy expresion.

"Hobi." you snapped him out of it.

"Hm?" he tried to smile.

"I love you too." you told him, grabbing his face to kiss him gently. The hug that proceeded was full of hope.

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A/N: I'm starting a schedule that I hope will be possible and will bring lots of content to this page.

I hope you enjoyed this first part 🤭 Let me know your thoughts. See you soon! ~

Thanking @bangtanscotyeondan for the beta work 💜